After My Mate Chose Mistress, I Vowed Revenge

The first light of dawn painted the kitchen in soft hues as I carefully sliced the venison into perfect cubes. My fingers worked with practiced precision, the knife gliding through the meat as I hummed a quiet tune. James loved my deer stew—it was the dish I'd made when we first became mates seven years ago, and the memory of his smile that night still warmed my heart. I rubbed herbs between my palms, releasing their fragrance into the air. Rosemary, thyme, and a touch of juniper—James's favorites. The pack house kitchen was empty this early, giving me the solitude I needed to prepare this surprise. My hand instinctively moved to my slightly rounded belly, a smile spreading across my face. "Little Moon will love this recipe too, someday," I whispered, using the nickname James had given our unborn pup during one of our rare quiet moments together. After years of heartbreak and multiple miscarriages, this pregnancy felt like the Moon Goddess had finally answered my prayers. I added the vegetables and broth, adjusting the heat to let the stew simmer slowly.

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I collapsed onto the cold marble floor of our quarters, my knees giving way as the door slammed shut behind me. The weight of James's betrayal crushed my chest, making each breath a struggle. My wolf, Aria, howled in agony within me, the sound echoing through my mind with such force I feared I might shatter.

"How could he?" I whispered, wrapping my arms protectively around my slightly rounded belly. "How could he call you an inconvenience?"

Tears streamed down my face, soaking into the ceremonial robes I'd worn for the pack council meeting earlier. The fabric—once a symbol of my pride as Luna—now felt like a mockery. Seven years of devotion, of supporting his every ambition, of enduring the heartbreak of multiple miscarriages... all dismissed with a single cold word.

Aria's rage surged through me, hot and primal. *Destroy him*, she snarled, her presence more forceful than I'd ever felt before. *He betrayed us. Betrayed our pup.*

"Yes," I whispered, my fingers digging into the plush carpet as a cold clarity washed over me. "He will pay."

I rose shakily to my feet, wiping away tears that no longer served me. James Quinn had taken everything from me—my dignity, my trust, my love. But he would not take my strength. Not anymore.

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The Moon Archives were silent at this late hour, dust motes dancing in the pale moonlight that filtered through high windows. Ancient texts lined shelves that reached toward the vaulted ceiling, each containing centuries of pack knowledge and ritual.

I moved with purpose through the stacks, my fingers trailing along leather-bound spines until I found what I sought—the section on mate bonds. My heart pounded as I pulled a heavy tome from the shelf, its pages yellowed with age.

"There must be a way," I murmured, carefully turning fragile pages.

Hours passed as I searched, my determination growing with each ritual I dismissed. Then, my breath caught as my eyes landed on a passage nearly hidden in the corner of a page:

*The Severance of Souls: A sacred ritual to unbind what the Moon Goddess has joined. To be performed only in cases of gravest necessity, requiring the willing participation of both mates or the officiating of the Alpha and the consent of the Luna.*

My hands trembled as I read further. The ritual required precise timing, specific herbs, and most importantly—it had to be performed by an Alpha. A cold smile curved my lips as a plan began to form in my mind.

James wouldn't just lose me. He would be the instrument of his own destruction.

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The night air carried the scent of wildflowers as I made my way through the secluded grove behind the pack's healing quarters. Moonlight dappled the forest floor, casting eerie shadows that seemed to dance with each step I took.

Healer Maeve was already waiting, her silver-streaked hair gleaming in the darkness. Her eyes—sharp and knowing—took in my appearance with a single glance.

"Luna Ellie," she said, her voice low. "You requested a private meeting?"

I stepped closer, my heart racing. "I need your help, Maeve. And I'm prepared to pay whatever price you name."

Maeve's expression remained neutral, though I caught a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. "What service could you possibly need that requires such secrecy?"

I took a deep breath and withdrew a small pouch from my pocket. The gold coins inside clinked softly as I placed it in her palm.

"I want to schedule a mate bond severing ritual," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "Under a false name. And I need to ensure that James—that Alpha James—performs it himself."

Maeve's eyes widened, then narrowed as understanding dawned. "You know about him and Vanessa."

It wasn't a question.

"You knew?" I asked, a fresh wave of betrayal washing over me.

"Many of us suspected," she admitted, her voice tinged with disgust. "The Alpha's hypocrisy is... difficult to ignore."

She studied me for a long moment, then nodded slowly. "I'll help you. Not for your gold, but because no Luna deserves such dishonor."

As we stood beneath the watching moon, finalizing the details of my revenge, I felt Aria stir within me—no longer howling in pain, but growling with anticipation.

James Quinn had no idea what was coming.

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I knew something was wrong the moment he stopped touching me. Colton had a way of going still that the rest of the pack had learned to fear. That absolute, pressurized stillness — no pacing, no raised voice, just the air in the room pulling tight like a wire about to snap. I had seen it used on warriors twice his size. I had never had it turned on me. Until tonight. He was already dressed. I was still sitting on the edge of his bed, my hair loose, the sheets warm behind me, the room thick with the scent of honeysuckle and rain — my scent, the one he had told me once, in a rare unguarded moment, that he could pick out from three territories away. He was standing at the window with his back to me, and something about the set of his shoulders made my wolf go very quiet inside my chest. "I'm taking Natalie Larson as my chosen mate," he said.

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8.7

Luna Rejects Alpha's Lies

8.7

The sterile scent of wolfsbane and healing herbs filled my nostrils as I cradled Eliza's trembling body against my chest. Her small frame convulsed in my arms, her breathing shallow and ragged as her weak wolf struggled desperately to surface. This was the ninety-ninth time. I'd counted every single visit to Dr. Helena Morrison's clinic, each one carving another piece from my heart. "Luna, I need you to hold her steady," Dr. Morrison's voice cut through my panic, her experienced hands moving swiftly to prepare an emergency injection. "Her wolf is fighting too hard against her human form." I pressed my lips to Eliza's damp forehead, whispering soft reassurances while my Luna aura pulsed outward in protective waves. The golden energy wrapped around my daughter like a cocoon, and I felt her wolf respond, gradually settling under the influence of my power. Her convulsions slowed, then stopped entirely.

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8.6

My Alpha Died Protecting Our Daughter

8.6

The grand ballroom of the Silvercrest Pack House glittered with crystal chandeliers and polished silver accents—our pack's signature style. I stood beside Robert, my Alpha mate, watching as he greeted the visiting dignitaries with the commanding presence that had made our pack the most powerful alliance in the region. "Luna Fiona," Alpha Reynolds of the Eastern Ridge Pack bowed slightly as he approached. "Your hospitality is as impressive as always." I smiled, touching my Luna pendant—a nervous habit I'd never quite shaken. "Thank you, Alpha Reynolds. We're honored by your presence at our alliance ceremony." As I spoke, I felt Scarlet press against my side, her dark curls brushing my hip. My daughter—the future of our pack—looked stunning in her formal dress, already carrying herself with the poise of a future leader. "Is that the new treaty document?" Scarlet whispered, pointing to a folder on the nearby table. I nodded, impressed by her observant nature. "Yes, sweetheart.

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9.3

Rejected by my Alpha, the moon goddess chose me.

9.3

“Get away from her!” The voice behind us hit like a bullet. We both froze. I turned slowly, and there he was—Castillo “What did you do?” he growled. “I bonded,” I said calmly. “With him?” he roared, stepping closer. “You think he’s worthy of what runs through your blood? Of you?” Aether stepped in front of me. “She chose me,” he said firmly. “You lost her the moment you turned your back, the moment you abandoned her due to greed and uncertainty.” I was supposed to be Luna by mate bond but Alpha Castillo broke me with a harsh rejection. To him I wasn’t worthy to be his Luna, but now after discovering that I’m not just Maybel the pack apprentice healer, but the last Vessel of the moon goddess he wouldn’t let me be with Alpha Aether; my new mated bond. Struggling with Alpha Aether’s hunting past, battling with Castillo’s new Luna who wouldn’t rest until she steals my power, and upholding my new identity as the goddess vessel, I’m wondering how I would cope with these burdens bestowed on me. Find out how May navigates through Fate and destiny, and how she copes with two Alpha fighting for her love.

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8.2

Rejected by the False Alpha, Found by My True Mate

8.2

The afternoon sun streamed through the tall windows of Quentin's office as I methodically sorted through the Silver Creek Pack alliance documents. As Luna, maintaining these records was part of my duty—a responsibility I'd carried faithfully for six years. The familiar scent of cedar and leather from Quentin's desk should have been comforting, but today something felt different. I reached for a stack of territorial agreements, my fingers brushing against parchment that felt slightly damp with humidity. That's when it hit me—a scent so foreign yet achingly familiar that my wolf stirred restlessly within me. Roses and sandalwood, intertwined with Quentin's pine and earth in a way that made my stomach clench with recognition. My hands trembled as I brought the documents closer, inhaling deeply despite every instinct screaming at me to stop. The scent combination was unmistakable—the kind of perfect harmony that only existed between true mates. But it wasn't my scent mingled with Quentin's. Talia Grant.

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8.7

Rejected, Then Given a Chance

8.7

I stared at the treaty documents spread across my desk, my fingers frozen mid-turn on the final page. There, at the bottom of the parchment, was a signature I'd sworn never to see again—one I'd tried for five years to erase from my memory. Alpha Ryan Matthews, Shadowmoon Pack. My wolf, Selene, whined restlessly inside me, recognizing his scent before I consciously processed it—that distinctive musk of pine and midnight rain that once made my heart race for entirely different reasons. "Quiet," I muttered, pressing my palm against my sternum as if I could physically silence her. "It's just business." But it wasn't just business. It never could be with him. I squared my shoulders and focused on the alliance proposal with clinical detachment. The Shadowmoon Pack wanted to expand their hunting grounds into the eastern territories—lands that bordered our own. On paper, the proposal was reasonable, even generous in its terms.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

After My Mate Chose Mistress, I Vowed Revenge

Chapter 2

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